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Space.

Some call it
the final frontier.

Others call it
the moon's playground.

All I know is it's a great place
for tellin' stories.

- But I'm gettin' ahead of myself.
-

This story starts
in the biggest city out there,

aptly named Big City,

where an out of place
country family of meager means

is about to have the adventure
of a lifetime.

- Oh, look there! That's Cricket Green.
- Hey!

The family's
thrill seekin' and unpredictable son.

Ah-ha! Come on, you guys.

The faster we harvest
these veggies,

the sooner
we can hit the road.

Ah, Bill Green.
-

A loving father
and overwhelmed farmer.

Cricket, are those apples
in your...

- Oh, it is.
- Mmm-hmm.

Papa, if you listen closely,

do you think it's possible
to hear what a carrot is thinkin'?

Tilly Green.

The unique
and whimsical daughter.

Um, let's just finish
loadin' the truck, sweetie.

Okay.

And Gramma.

- The Gramma.

Now here's the thing,

this family has no idea
they're about to embark on a journey

that is so remarkable,
it is truly out of this--

Dad, that weird guy
who's always narrating our lives is back.

Oh! [chuckles] Well, folks,
I've been spotted. Just remember that--

Get outta here!

Enjoy the movie, folks.

Some people
just ain't got no class.

Well, family, our final veggie delivery
is locked and loaded,

which means--

Let me say it.
Let me say it, please, Dad.

- Cricket!
- Let me say it, Dad!

All right.
You can say it.

The Greens
are goin' on vacation!

- Vacation?

Vacation?

♪ Ever since our family left ♪

♪ The farm
for the city so big ♪

Hey!

♪ Each day
has been adventurous ♪

♪ For us and our pig ♪

♪ And our cows, and our goat
and our dog, and our cat ♪

♪ We sell our crops
the whole year through ♪

♪ Survivin' the rat race ♪

♪ Pinch pennies, dimes
and dollars too ♪

♪ Now I gotta get away
from this place ♪

♪ We're goin'
on a Green family vacation ♪

♪ Gonna have
the best time of our lives ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ Maybe my dad
will let me drive ♪

No chance on Earth.

♪ So where we goin'? ♪

♪ Sorry, guys, can't tell you
It would spoil the surprise ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ I can't wait ♪

All right, kids,
go pack your suitcases.

♪ Vacation's
about the exciting and new ♪

♪ And getting all the fun
that you can get ♪

♪ So to make sure
this one's awesome too ♪

♪ I made my dad a pamphlet ♪

♪ It's full of great ideas
for trips ♪

♪ Each one wild and cool ♪

♪ So whichever one Dad picks
it's guaranteed to rule ♪

♪ Which one will be our... ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Maybe surfin'
mile high waves ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ Or hunting gold in caves ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ Could be
that I'll soon be braggin' ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ 'Bout ridin' horses
on a dragon ♪

♪ On trips I keep a journal ♪

♪ To note my discoveries ♪

♪ Like the rest stop
where we found Bigfoot ♪

♪ Or the giant wheel
of cheese ♪

♪ Vacation
is for runnin' free ♪

♪ And gettin' into scrapes ♪

♪ Dang leg
you best keep up with me ♪

♪ Better give it extra tape ♪

♪ It'll be so fun
to surprise everyone ♪

♪ With a trip we won't forget ♪

♪ Bill, by all means,
I'll watch Chateau de Greens ♪

♪ And chill here
with your pets ♪

I think of them more
as our friendly livestock than our pets.

You try rhymin' livestock.

See, this is why
we got divorced.

- Hi, Mom.
- Bye, Mom.

Big City, so long!

♪ We're goin'
on a Green family vacation ♪

♪ I'm just ecstatic ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ It feels so cinematic ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ What's in store?
A shark safari? ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

- ♪ What shall we find? ♪
- ♪ Who cares? Let's party ♪

♪ On our
Green family vacation ♪

♪ I could scream,
family vacation! ♪

♪ On a Green family vacation ♪

♪ I can't wait! ♪

Papa, where are we goin'?

If you don't
tell me right now, I'll explode!

Please, tell us, Papa!

Okay, here it is.

- We are going

on the exact same sightseeing road trip
we went on last year!

What?

Sorry, I must still have that family
of caterpillars in my ear

because it sounded
like you said we're going

on the same road trip vacation
as last year.

I figured we had
such a good time, why not do it again?

- It was fun.
- Yeah, sure. Why not?

Who cares
about last year's vacation?

We already did it.

I thought we were gonna do something new.
Something exciting.

Oh, what about
all my vacation ideas?

You mean the doodles
on that brochure you made?

Hey, it's a...

♪ Pamphlet ♪

Didn't you like
any of my ideas?

Cricket, your vacation ideas
are reckless.

Not to mention, dangerous.

Name one thing
that's dangerous

about base jumping
off Mount Rushmore.

- We'd have parachutes.

Look, this road trip
will be safe, and fun, and...

Oh, remember the fun meters?

Oh, oh, here we go.

Oh, oh, oh,
mine's goin' off the charts!

Dad, not the fun meter.

My fun meter is open-minded

and my journal
is open for business.

The business of collectin'
precious memories, that is.

I don't care where we're goin',
as long as it's not here.

That's the spirit, gang.

What's more fun
than predictability?

Everything. Everything is more fun
than predictability.

Off to a bad start.

Wait, before we
start our road trip,

we gotta deliver veggies
to BigTech?

Their CEO lady
is a real freak.

Well, that freak
is our best payin' customer.

So, let's make
this last delivery

and get our vacation
on the road!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Hello? Ms. Zapp?

Where is everyone?

Wow! Must've walked in
on somethin' important.

- Wow.
Give it up

for BigTech CEO, Gwendolyn Zapp.

It's me, Gwendolyn Zapp.

And here at BigTech, we're always
striving for a better tomorrow.

Now let me ask you this,
what is space?

Former NASA astronaut
Scott Kelly here.

I've spent a year in space,

and I still can't say
what it is.

Very confusing.

Security,
get Scott Kelly out of here.

Anyway, space isn't
just where we send our trash anymore.

Sayonara, garbo.

Space is full
of possibilities.

Now, like the naysayers
who I fired,

you may be saying,
"People can't survive in space, Gwendolyn.

There's no food or shelter!"

And you're right.
That's where BigTech comes in.

We have successfully created

a food production system
by farming on an asteroid.

I'm talkin'
space crops, people.

- Dang!
- Wow!

These celestial veggies
will be grown

with our very own
state-of-the-art farmbots.

Howdy, it's harvesting time.

- Whoa!
- Incredible!

So we got food,
but what about shelter?

Allow me to introduce BigTech's
crowning outer space achievement,

our very own Space Hotel.

What now?

It's a hotel, and get this,
it's in space!

This cosmic high-end vacation resort
offers every possible amenity,

including
a floating infinity pool,

zero gravity conga lines, and little
shampoo bottles that know your name.

What's up, Jared?

Oh, my gah!

That'd be
the best vacation ever.

Reservations start at...

The insanely low price
of only $10 million a night.

Oh, man,
who would even have that many dollars?

Hey, Cricket.
- Remy?

Good to see you. Whoa!

Easy does it, buddy.

What the heck
are you doin' here?

My family is going
to the Space Hotel.

I cannot wait to get up there
and join that conga line.

I've never done one before,

but I feel like
my curvaceous body was built for it.

I am so jealous.

Not so much
about the conga line,

but more about the truly unique experience
of goin' to space.

Okay, that's it,
I'm comin' with you.

Sorry, Remy, but you're gonna
have to make room.

Cricket! Now is not the time
to play suitcase.

We have a vegetable delivery
to finish.

Bye, Cricket.
Have fun on Earth.

All right,
that's a wrap, people.

Whoo! Great presentation, everyone.

Everything's goin' off
without a hitch.

My ideas
have finally come to fruition.

Uh, bad news, Ms. Zapp.
You know the farmbots on the asteroid?

Do I ever? They're perfect!

- They're malfunctioning.
- Say what now?

They won't harvest any of the space crops
no matter what we do.

Is this a fruit?

Well, that's no good.
I need that cosmic produce.

This initiative cannot fail!

If the farmbots can't harvest those crops,
then I need someone who can.

But who?

The Greens are here.

To deliver your produce order.

Gosh, that spotlight
is bright.

Here's your order, Ms. Zapp.

Of course!

Green family!

How would you like
to go to space?

As in outer space?

Where the sun and the moon
live with their friends, the stars?

Uh-huh. Sure, kid.

You see, I've got a team
of robots on an asteroid,

but turns out they lack
that human touch.

A touch that you
as human farmers have.

So, I wanna send you up
to my beautiful, stinky space rock

to harvest some crops for me.
What do you say?

Is that
even a question?

Yes! Yes, we have to go.

This is the perfect vacation
for us.

Ms. Zapp, I think
you must be confused.

Our produce may be out of this world,
but we're not astronauts.

Look, if there's one thing
I'm positive of,

it's that it would be
much harder to teach astronauts to farm

than teach farmers
to astronaut.

I've been
saying that for years.

Cricket.

Dad, this is
a once in a lifetime chance.

We could be
the first farmers in space.

The first Greens in space.

It'd be so much more fun
than a repeat road trip.

Sorry, ma'am, but sendin' country folk
like us into space

would be downright irresponsible,
not to mention dangerous.

- But, Dad--
- Besides

we have a perfectly
adequate vacation planned.

Now let's go, family.

But...

Don't worry, brother, there'll be plenty
of space on the open road.

Hmm.

Y'all go on ahead.
I need to, uh, tie my shoes.

Hey, Ms. Zapp? Ms. Zapp.

Oh, yes, Crumpet Green.
Bob's son.

Uh, sure,
and business partner.

Listen, Gweny, baby, my dad
was just playin' hardball back there.

Space travel would obviously be
an incredible opportunity for my family.

Bill Green just wants you
to sweeten the deal.

I see. So instead of offering you nothing,
you want something.

Picture this.
We harvest your space crops,

and in exchange,
we get a free stay at the Space Hotel.

Hmm. Well, we wouldn't
have to pay you for anything else, so...

Crimper Green,
you've got a deal!

Ah, I'm told
I need to disclose

that while space
is a thrill-a-minute

filled with endless
possibilities,

it's also full
of dangers untold.

You sure your family's up
for this?

Absolutely. Beam us up.

Excellent. And to be clear,
we won't actually beam you anywhere.

We've tried that
and, whoa, what a mess.

Okay, everyone, strap in
'cause we're officially on vacation

in three, two, one--

- Dad!

I've got something to tell ya!

Cricket! Throwing yourself
against stuff is not safe, son.

That's why I made you that
bubble wrap helmet.

Sorry, Dad.
Popped that weeks ago.

But I come to you now
with a compromise of a lifetime!

Ms. Zapp said that
even though you were a dum-dum,

her words not mine,
for rejecting her offer,

she'll let us try her brand new
top-of-the-line BigTech space simulator!

- Space simulator?
- Ooh. Tell Tilly more.

Yeah, it's a ride that makes you feel
like you're goin' to space

without actually
goin' anywhere.

It's all fake.

Buckle up, Cricket.

We gotta hit the road
if we're gonna beat the traffic.

Wait, Dad, you're not listening.
I promise this will be fun.

Hmm. "Fun."

Uh, yeah. And, uh, my fun meter's
dropping dangerously low.

All right.
Anything for the fun meter.

But let's make this quick.
Where exactly is this little simulator?

Wow!
- Oh, my!

That's the simulator?

They spared no expense, Dad.
Just keep drivin'.

Almost there. And perfect.

Wow, they really went
all out with this.

Hey!
Watch what you're grabbin'.

Space suit.
Space suit. Space suit.

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Hang on now.

Checks complete. Clear for launch

This is not a simulation.
Repeat, not a simulation.

Did they just say
"not a simulation?"

Oh, they have to say that 'cause
that's what they'd say if this was real.

Okay.

Begin launch sequence in ten, nine,

eight, seven...

Cricket was right.
This is fun.

Wake me up when it's over.

- Hmm.

...one, Ignition.

We have lift-off.

This simulation feels...

so...
real!

Yeah!

Now that's a cheek ripplin'!

Outer space achieved.

We're floating!

I mean, this simulation
is pretty cool, huh, family?

Wow. What a discovery.

A simulated moon.
Identical in every way to the real moon.

Whoops. Hey, Mr. Pen,
get back here, you.

You call that a moon?

I got a better moon than that,

and this one's
big and yella!

Oh, stop your spinnin', Alice!

Hang on, Ma. I'm comin'.
Why am I on the ceiling?

You did it, Cricket Green.

Artificial gravity activated.

Huh?

This simulation may be fake,
but my nausea is real.

I'd better step outside
to get some air.

- Uh, I wouldn't--

- Dad!
- Papa!

My journal!

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

What is happening?

- Okay, that seemed pretty real.
- Dad!

Whoa!

Wow.

Exiting the ship without authorization

is against
Zapp-stronaut rules.

Whoa.

But I'll let it slide
since we haven't covered them yet.

Who are you?

I am Commander Colleen Voyd

here to guide you
on your incredibly noble BigTech mission.

Wait, "mission?" Cricket?

Oh, well,
she means the simulated mission to...

Okay, we're in space.

We're in space?

Space! Space!

Space! Space! Space!
Space! Space!

Correct, space.

But not just
any region of space,

we're onboard
the SS Gwendolyn.

A one of a kind spacecraft
designed personally by Ms. Zapp herself

to feature the latest
in BigTechnology.

Hi, Green family!

I hope you... Oh.

I forgot to put anything
in this sandwich.

It's just bread.

I just wanted
to call and thank you for volunteering

to take on this crucial
crop saving mission for us. Very generous.

All right.

Ms. Zapp, there's been
a misunderstanding.

You see, my son duped you
and duped my family. He's a duper, ma'am.

I prefer the term scamp.

We're farmers.
We don't belong in space.

I'm sorry,
but I'm gonna have to ask

that you turn
this space ship around immediately.

I'd be happy to.

All you need to do to go home is pay back
the cost of the rocket fuel which is

$2 billion!

Uh, hang on.
Just let me check the bank account.

Hmm. I'm sad to say
we're short.

Looks like we'll have to
do your space mission.

Yes!

Just FYI,
Terry wanted his latte iced.

Then why would you stand there

- and watch me--

- Hey, pal, would you hold this for me?
- Yes, ma'am.

Nancy Green? I never
get to hang with Nancy.

She's like the cool mom
I never had.

I want her
to like me so badly.

- Get out. You're done. Goodbye.
Okay.

Hey, Gloria,
I'll take a black coffee,

and make it extra black
like a nightmare.

You got it, Nancy.
One nightmare-chino comin' right up.

Why would you say that?
That was stupid, stupid.

So, I heard
you're stuck house sitting.

Yeah, it's Bill's turn
to take the kids on vacation.

Knowin' him,
they're probably off

doin' somethin'
safe and responsible.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
This is so unsafe and irresponsible!

- Bill?
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

This just in,
local yokels in space.

To hear more
about this scary mission,

let's hear from BigTech CEO
Gwendolyn Zapp.

That's right, lady,
my hugely successful company BigTech

has just sent
the first human farmers

to harvest crops
on an asteroid.

It'll be a great test to see how our tech
holds up with the average citizen.

Let's see what happens
when I hit all the buttons.

What are you doing?

What?

This doesn't make any sense.
Bill took the kids to space?

He's Mr. Play-It-Safe.

Yeah. He once slapped a banana
out of my hand because it was "too sharp."

I've got a bad feeling.
I'm goin' to BigTech to get some answers.

Wait, let me come with you.

I know you and I haven't had
much one-on-one time,

but I've spent so much time
with your family. I can help.

We'd make a great team.

Ooh.
We'd be the dream team.

Thanks, Gloria, but, um,
looks like you've got your hands full.

I should do this alone.

Um, okay. See you, bestie.

I mean, uh, Nancy.
I mean, uh...

Cringe.

The Greens on a space mission?
This is insane!

Cricket, I can't believe
you did something so reckless.

Our vacation is ruined.

Looks like I have
a new discovery.

Brotherly betrayal.

But I no longer
have a journal to document it.

Yeah, I'm as steamed
as a crab pot.

This made
my fake leg all flappy.

What the...

Your shoddy prosthetic leg
has disintegrated

under the immense
G-force of the launch.

Yeah, that ain't good.

You owe me a new leg, boy!

Listen, we could stand around

and argue
about who duped who--

You! It was you!

But just look for one second
where we are right now.

Not only are we in possibly
the coolest place imaginable,

but I got Ms. Zapp to throw in a free stay
at her amazing Space Hotel.

This will be the best vacation
the Green family has ever had.

We are not going
to that kooky hotel.

As soon as this mission is over,
we are headed straight home.

Dad, you're just sayin' that
'cause you're worried.

But if a country family
like us can take on Big City,

we can definitely
handle space.

Negative, recruit.
Space is extremely dangerous.

None of you will survive this mission
unless you learn and follow the rules.

Rules? Well, surely
the most important rule

is to have fun,
right, Colleen?

First, you will address me
as "Commander Voyd."

And second,
you could not be more wrong.

♪ Space ain't no vacation
It's a dangerous location ♪

♪ Your only weapon against it
are these regulations ♪

♪ Unless it's your goal
to stroll into a black hole ♪

♪ Listen to the system
Zapp code, here we go ♪

♪ Don't run, no finger guns
no staring at the sun ♪

♪ Stand up straight, hydrate
and always clench your buns ♪

♪ Disinfect to perfection
and always pay attention ♪

♪ Mini golf is off limits
no exceptions ♪

Why do you even have it then?

♪ These are
the Zapp-stronaut rules ♪

♪ Learn them all
Don't be a fool ♪

♪ There's a ton more, y'all ♪

♪ On this rocket there's a ton
of hot inventions that astonish ♪

♪ They're not toys
for little boys ♪

♪ They're locked up
in a closet ♪

♪ A no-brainer
don't touch the cryochamber ♪

♪ It'll freeze you
with its vapor ♪

♪ Like a human popsicle
You might need the hospital ♪

♪ Unless you want your teeth
to chatter so much it's comical ♪

♪ In the cockpit
there's no flying the ship ♪

♪ Controls are
for those who know and you know zip ♪

♪ Not asking for the moon
Just don't be a buffoon ♪

♪ Try to steer
and you'll veer us into Neptune ♪

♪ These Zapp-stronaut rules
They'll keep you alive ♪

♪ Don't sit there and drool ♪

♪ There's 8,095 ♪

♪ Genius Gwendolyn Z
wrote this guide for you and me ♪

♪ For a better tomorrow ♪

♪ Then we all must follow
these rules to a tee ♪

♪ This initiative
cannot fail ♪

♪ BigTech shall prevail ♪

♪ You hear the rules,
now follow them through ♪

♪ Or you won't live
to tell the tale ♪

All right now, any questions?

Yes, Mr. Green?

I'm feeling a bit nauseous
from all that.

May I use the restroom?

No!

I'll escort you
to the proper facilities.

You three wait here in the lab
and don't break any rules.

"Break any rules."
I'll break you.

Okay, now who's ready
to have a fun vacation?

This is what it would
look like if I had a journal.

I gotta do somethin'
about the vibes in here. Ooh.

Yep. That'll do it.

Wow, ain't science somethin'.

- Huh?

What's this?

Oh, my gosh, you're beautiful.

But what are you?

Let's see. According to your tag,
you're "Failed Experiment 83.

Originally designed to clean glass,
but instead gained sentience,

and now destroys all glass
it touches." Really?

Fascinating.

Failed Experiment 83
doesn't really have a good ring to it.

Instead, I'm gonna
call you Cookie.

'Cause being around you
is a treat.

Oh, Cookie, you'd make
a journal entry for the ages.

But sadly,
I'm without my journal.

And this giant wrench
is a less than ideal crutch.

What is that?

- Ugh.
- Hey, Tilly. Hey, Gramma.

- What is that?
- That's what I said.

Rude. Both of ya.

Okay, look, I'm sorry
this space vacation's off to a rough start

with Tilly losin' her journal,
and Gramma's leg turnin' to dust.

Mmm-hmm.

But let's see if I can't change your minds
about space with these.

- A robotic leg?
- A triangle?

- I'll trade ya.
- What?

- Tilly, no. Just wait a second.
- Ooh.

Now what's this button do?

Gramma! You okay?

Hot dog!
Now we're talkin'.

What else
we got on here?

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

- Wha--
- Wha--

Cookie, look, it's some type
of space recorder.

Sure beats
Earth journals, huh? Give it a try.

Space log, entry one.
My name is Tilly Green.

Vacationeer
and new journal owner.

Whether I'm ridin' comets
or explorin' distant worlds,

I now have a way
to document everything.

Thank you, brother.

I'm excited to continue
this space vacation adventure

and see what lies ahead.

Okay, changed my mind.
Space rules. I love space.

Same.

Space! Space! Space!
Space! Space! Space!

Two down, one to go.

Oh, Dad, you ready
to have some fun?

I found all kinds
of neat space junk

including whatever
this thing is. Whoa!

What do you think
you're doing?

As I stated earlier,
this trip to Gwendolyn's farming asteroid

is a serious mission,
not some la-di-da vacation.

No fun will be tolerated.

Uh, you must be joking, right?

That would be considered fun.
So no, I don't joke.

Wow. You're really strict.

Thank you.

Ah, jeez.
Right into the dang Sun.

Come on!

And to ensure
you stay in line,

I'll be watching you
every second.

I know I just said
I'll be watching you every second

and then immediately left,

but don't let that
undermine my message.

Well, Crickie,

seems Colleen is gonna
get in the way

of our space vacation
happiness. Unless...

We kill her.

What? Gramma, no!
We can't kill her.

No, no, no.
I said "weed killer."

I just noticed this leg
has a gardenin' mode.

Obey me!

I will help you deal with the Commander,
though. That woman's harshin' my vibe.

I agree, Gramma.

And I think I know
just what to do.

- Yep, up to code.

- Colleen!

- What is it?
- Oh, it's terrible.

It's so bad,
it's not good...

Gramma's in the cryochamber
and she's breakin' Rule Three-twenty...

three?

She'll kill us all!

- You're comin' with me.
- Ow!

Yeah, she's right over there,
Colleen. Go get her.

What the...

Hey!

Hi.

Let me out!
This is against the rules!

And so is havin' fun.

Sorry, Colleen,
I gotta do this for my family.

No. No!

It worked.
And she's alive and well, so that's good.

Commander Iceberg isn't gonna
bother us anymore.

Entry 32,
a startlin' discovery.

Mutiny is afoot.

Chaos is at hand,
and disaster is in my stomach.

Cricket and Gramma
have betrayed our commander.

You can't prove nothin'!

Scatter!

Tilly, I know this looks bad,
but it's for Dad.

Colleen was gettin' in the way
of him enjoyin'

this once-in-a-lifetime
space vacation.

Don't you want Dad
to enjoy himself?

Of course I do.
How dare you assume otherwise?

Then you understand
our pro-freeze-the-commander position.

I don't know.

Cricket, don't you think
it's a bit of a crazy idea

freezin' the only person here
who knows how to fly the ship?

It's fine.

The computers
run everything anyway.

And if we get into any real trouble,
we'll let her out right away.

- Well...
- For Dad?

Okay, for Papa.
You have my Tilly blessing.

And you have Cookie's as well.

- Tilly! Too close to me.
- No! No!

Hello, BigTech?

You took my family to space,

- and I have a thousand questions.

Your family?
You must mean the Greens.

I know you're related
'cause I can read your DNA.

Hey! Maybe a little warning
next time.

Warning!

You might wanna
watch your cholesterol.

What's goin' on?

My family is supposed to be
on a road trip,

not some wackadoo star cruise.

Are they okay?

Are they okay?

This is BigTech.
Of course, they're alive.

Uh, that wasn't my question.

Now, your family volunteered to harvest
vegetables on an asteroid for me.

Welcome to Mission Control.

From here,
we monitor their vitals,

fun levels,
horoscopes, et cetera.

And over here,
we're uploading a patch

to get those pesky farmbots
updated.

This mission's being conducted

with the most expensive, and therefore,
best equipment in the world.

So rest assured,
your family's safe.

Danger!

Then what is this?

All totally routine.

This is not routine.

I promise you have nothin'
to worry about, Nancy pants.

You should be worried.

Ms. Zapp, you know the patch we uploaded
to fix the malfunctioning farmbots?

Do I ever? It's perfect!

It's full of bugs.

- We fully lost control of the bots.

Well, that's unfortunate.

Unfortunate? You need
to warn my family right now!

And that concludes
your tour of BigTech.

You're gonna bring
my family home, Ms. Zapp. Whoa!

Bye! Buh-bye!
Buh-buh-di-buh-buh buh-buh-bye!

Dad, bad news.
Colleen has a case of moon poisoning

from, uh, starin'
at the moon too long.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Right? Anyway,

while she's resting her poor,
annoying body,

she said we should invoke
Rule 33, F-U-N,

and have a little fun
before the mission.

Yeah, you go on
without me.

I'm kinda in the middle
of somethin' here.

Talk to me, big guy.

I'm just bummed
that we're not goin' on the road trip.

I know it would've been
the same as last year,

but I just had so much fun,
you know?

Drivin' all day
while you kids goofed off in the back.

Those were good times.

Yeah. But, Dad,
we're literally in outer space.

We don't have to redo
old memories,

we can create
exciting, new ones.

I guess.

Come on!
I got somethin' to show ya.

- Oh! Cricket, what?

You just need to be shown
how fun space can be.

♪ Space isn't
what you had in mind ♪

♪ And I understand
your frustration ♪

♪ But kick up your feet
and try to unwind ♪

♪ On your new,
exciting spacecation ♪

♪ Space is great
Space is fun ♪

♪ What's more fun than fun? ♪

♪ Nothing! ♪

♪ Space is the best
The best bar none ♪

♪ I'll convince you
before this song is done ♪

♪ We can deep sea fish
out in the stars ♪

♪ And hope for a big bite ♪

♪ Who knows
what we'll catch out here ♪

♪ Oh look, a satellite ♪

♪ Let's explore
an old abandoned ship ♪

♪ And see what we discover ♪

♪ Wait,
is that a chimpanzee? ♪

♪ This excites me
as an animal lover ♪

It's okay, Dad. It's okay.
Just breathe.

See, you're fine.

♪ Space is great
Space is fun ♪

♪ What's more fun than fun? ♪

♪ Nothing! ♪

♪ So clap along, everyone ♪

♪ Open up your ears
And listen to your son ♪

♪ Finally, we'll bungee jump ♪

♪ Right at the earth below ♪

♪ An adrenaline rush
with a view ♪

♪ That's
a pretty sweet combo ♪

♪ So come on, Dad
You must admit ♪

♪ Other than
that chimpanzee bit ♪

♪ At this point you must see ♪

♪ Just how awesome
space can be ♪

- ♪ Yeah! ♪
- ♪ Space is great, space is fun ♪

♪ What's more fun than fun? ♪

- Huh?

Uh, ignore that stuff

♪ 'Cause space is fun ♪

- Ow! Whoa! What the heck is goin' on?
- Ah!

- Huh?
What the...

Oh, no.

Sweet, sweet potatoes!

We're headed
for an asteroid field!

That's no asteroid field.

That's a...

trashteroid field!

Everybody, back on the ship.

Oh, my gosh.

Ms. Zapp wasn't kiddin'
about sendin' our trash to space.

And where's the Commander?

Whoa!

Cricket, don't you think
it's time we unfreeze you-know-who?

Tilly, I was this close to getting Dad
on board with this space vacation.

If Colleen gets out,
she'll ruin everything.

Then who is gonna
drive us outta here?

That's it.

Dad, you should drive us
outta here.

What? Cricket, what makes you think
I'm qualified to fly a spaceship?

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

It'll be just like driving the Kludge
on last year's road trip.

You're used to navigating heavy traffic,
dodging roadkill,

and you've driven through
all sorts of crazy weather.

How different
can this really be?

A road trip, huh?

Take the wheel, big guy.

Okay, family, buckle up.

Wait, uh, there aren't
any seat belts. Whoa!

Whoa! Okay. I got this.

Just like rush hour
on the inter-state.

Whoa!

Kids, please don't play with the lights
while Daddy's driving.

Road trip, road trip,
just a road trip.

Dad,
Tilly keeps kicking me with her legs.

Am not! It was an accident.

Hey, no roughhousing.
Don't make me come back there.

- Whoa!

Hey, watch it buddy!
Use your signal Ever heard of it?

Papa, look out!

Oh...

Not on my road trip.

Oh, my gosh!

Whoa!

Uh, Daddy's got this.
Daddy's got this.

Oh, gosh.

A little scrape is all,
it'll buff out.

Dad, you did it!

- Wow! Great job, Papa.
- I'm finally proud to call you my son.

- Okay, and we're falling.
Whoa!

That was amazing!
Did y'all see that?

- Yeah.
- We saw.

Come here, family.

Object approaching.

Oh, my gosh!

It's the Space Hotel!

Is that
a zero gravity pool?

Look at the space food.

Ooh! There it goes, Martha.

The future
of shuffleboard today.

It's got it all.

- Hi, Greens.
Remy?

♪ I'm here! ♪

Look outside!

Remy!

We were just getting a ride
in the hotel's courtesy shuttle.

Look at us in space.
Who would have thought?

- Who'da thought?
- Who'da thought?

Who'da thought?

Who'da thought?

Who'da thought?
Who'da thought?

Remy, look out!

- They're firing!
- Get outta there.

Don't go into the light!

No, no, it's okay.
This is just the tractor beam.

It's BigTech's
crowning achievement,

and the most powerful force
the world has ever seen.

It's for helping us park.

Ooh.

Tractor beam, huh?
Doesn't look like a tractor to me.

Entry 41, the hotel's giant glowy
grabby thing has grabbed my attention.

Gotta go. I hope to see you
all on the dance floor.

Dad, as soon
as we finish the mission,

we gotta go
to the Space Hotel.

It'll be the best
vacation ever.

Come on, Bill.

What do you say we keep
the good times rollin'?

Please, Papa?

Oh, I don't know.
Let me consult my fun meter!

Oh!

And my fun meter is readin'
"off the charts!"

♪ Well, we still got
those crops to harvest ♪

♪ But after that
the hotel sounds marvelous ♪

♪ 'Cause now I finally see ♪

♪ Just how awesome
space can be ♪

Yay!

You won't regret this, Dad.
I promise.

Now, let's get
to that asteroid

and harvest those space crops

so we can enjoy
our space vacation

at that Space Hotel.

There's a sentence
I never thought I'd say.

- Oh, Papa.

Space! Space! Space!

Nancy? Nancy? Nancy!

Gloria.

Right, right.
Yeah, cool.

The coffees you asked for.

I'm excited you called
'cause you said you were doing it alone,

but you probably
liked the dream team idea--

Gloria, my entire family
is in space.

I had no one else to call.

I mean, like,
you still called me though.

So... Eh? Eh? Yeah?

Focus. Look,
those BigTech jokers know I'm onto them,

and now I can't show my face
around here.

- Oof.
- I need your help breakin' in.

You got it. But how?

Coffee delivery
for Gwendolyn--

I feel it in my brain.

- Be cool.
- Huh?

Access granted. Welcome to BigTech.

Dream team.

Aren't you so glad
that you called [squeals] me--

Nancy Green detected.

What do we do?

Brace yourself.

Wait, why? Why are you backing up?
Why are you--

Ha!

Now, that's what I call
a strong brew.

That was so good.

Did that just come to you? Why can't I
ever think of cool things to say?

Beep, bop, boop, boop,
boop, boop, beep, bop, beep

- Uh, Ms. Zapp?
- Mmm-hmm?

We've uncovered the source
of the farmbots' malfunctioning code.

Instead of programming
the bots to farm,

well, there was a typo.

Well, that's no good.

Listen up, lady. I know somethin'
went wrong with your bots.

So warn my family right now
or we're gonna have a problem.

Excuse me,
do you have clearance--

We're the dream team, son,
and don't you forget it.

Nancy Green, don't worry.

Your family's safe.
See for yourself.

They're landing
on my farming asteroid right now.

Whoa!

Wow.
- Would you look at that.

This is amazing!

Cricket Green takes his first step
on an asteroid in space.

Whoa, whoa!
Yep, there I go. Little help?

Cricket, take gentle steps
or you're gonna float away.

Okay.

Don't forget, after this
we get to go to the Space Hotel.

Oh, man. Best vacation ever.

Indeed. Although, where
are all the farming robots?

Probably slackin' off.
Lazy oafs.

Oh, there's some.
Those two look quite active.

- Die.
- Die.

- Die.
- Die.

Well, that's not how
you use a trowel.

These robots need our help
more than I thought.

They certainly made
a mess of things.

Luckily,
the Greens are here.

- Yeah!
That's us.

Holy smokes!
Look at these space silos.

They grow crops in there?

This is...
I mean, it's just... I can't even--

Happy you're happy, big guy.
Let's go.

Looks like this is the way in.

Guess we'll see
if anybody's home.

Sorry, pal.
Break time's over.

Uh, where to now?

Well, I'll be.

Whoa!
- Just look at this place!

We can walk on the ceiling,
or the ground.

Depends on your perspective.

All right, Greens.
Let's get farmin'.

Way ahead of you, boy.

One for the cause,
one for Cookie.

I can't believe
I'm farmin' in space.

I mean, this is a space carrot.
I'm havin' so much fun!

Yeah, my fun meter
is reaching maximum capacity.

Mine too!

Eh, don't mind if I do.

Huh? Hey. Hey, come on. Gimme.

Organic life detected.

Rutabaga? Close enough.

Uh, guys, something's wrong
with the robots.

- Uh, what now?
- Spaghetti squash, must plant.

Monkey shoe, must jump.

It is fun to say silly things.

Entry 67, I'm beginning to think
these farming robots

do not have
my best interest in mind.

Time to prune.

Hypothesis confirmed.

The farmbots
have gone crazy!

They're tryin'
to plant us.

- Errant tomato.
- Errant tomato.

How do we get outta here?

- Butternut squash, must plant.
- Whoa!

I ain't goin' to the ground
till I'm good and ready.

Ha!

We got an exit, boys.
Follow me!

Oh, no, not again.

Get my family outta there
before those evil robots kill them.

Relax, I'll just call
Commander Voyd.

She'll take care
of everything.

Hello, Commander?

Uh, I need you
to take care of everything.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Commander? Commander?
Commander? Hello?

- Ma, the door!
- What?

Not today, bozo.

- Let's get off this rock.
- Right.

Launch sequence failed.

-"Failed"?
- Wait a second.

Let me try somethin' else.

Error! Error! Error!

Something's not working.

You're not working.

- Commander Voyd?.
- Oh, boy.

It's a good thing someone on the ship
has a little common sense.

Sorry, Cricket.
I had to release her. We need her help.

Release her?
I thought she had moon poisoning.

I'll tell you what happened.

Your son locked me
in the cryochamber.

- What?
- Don't listen to her!

That's the sickness talking.
Must've spread to her brain.

No, Cricket.
It's time to fess up.

It's true. I helped the boy.

And I conspired
to keep it a secret like the monster I am.

Sorry, Papa.

Ugh, Cricket.

Dad, I can explain.

I mean, I had to do it.

Colleen was gettin' in the way
of our vacation.

Of course. Of course!
This is exactly like you.

Someone stands in the way
of what you want, so you steamroll 'em.

You didn't wanna go
on my road trip,

so you tricked us into space.

But you were havin'
a good time.

Boys, let's just table
this for now. We got company.

Oh, gosh.

We gotta get
this spaceship moving.

Let's head
to the remote terminal.

Come on!

I know, Cookie.
I'm scared, too.

So, what do we do now?

There's our problem.

Garbage has clogged
the engines and blew out a thruster,

which would not have happened

if I had been here
to navigate the trashteroid field.

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

Let me check the camera feeds.

They're getting closer.

We don't have much time.

Then we better fix that
thrust-a-ma-call-it fast.

The de-trashification process
will take hours.

Hours we don't have.

- Commander Voyd.
Ms. Zapp?

That's me.
Glad to finally get ahold of you.

It's been really hard
for some reason.

No biggie.
We've been tracking your mission.

Only just now learned

how dangerous
the malfunctioning farmbots are.

We definitely did not know
about this earlier.

She's lying!

Anyhoo, I see
the ship's thrusty has gone busty.

Trouble with the space garbo, huh?

Yes, ma'am.

Hmm, in that case,
why don't you use the emergency escape pod

to complete the mish, huh?

Do it now!

Of course, Ms. Zapp.

There's an escape pod?
Thank goodness.

Only one seat, huh?
Well, if we squeeze in, I'm sure...

Oh. Or we can have the vegetables be in
the seat. Guilty of doin' that before.

Uh, Commander, you sure
there's room for all of us--

- Oh, man.

- Mission accomplished, Ms. Zapp.
- Nice.

What? You didn't
accomplish squat!

You're supposed to save us!

To the contrary.

Getting the crops
safely to BigTech is the mission.

And Zapp-stronaut rules
state the mission always comes first.

Even ahead of our own lives?

Yes. Especially ahead
of your own lives.

Anyhoo, nice work, Commander.
You saved the day.

And by day, I mean
the thing I care about, my space crops.

- It is my duty, nay, my honor to--
- 'Kay, bye!

That Commander,
always a hoot and a half.

Hey, what about my family?

You need to turn
that escape pod around for them right now.

Hmm. No can do.

Your family
will either figure it out,

or they'll have
sacrificed themselves for a noble cause.

It's a win-win.

How can you value a bunch of space plants
over people's lives?

Oh, you wanna know why I care so much
about these space plants?

- Mmm...
- Not really, no.

I'll tell you why.

It all started
when I was in kindergarten,

AKA, a breeding ground
for mediocrity.

But I rose above all those little
nose pickers because I had ideas.

♪ When I was born ♪

♪ The doctor
looked at me and said ♪

♪ He could've sworn ♪

♪ There were two brains
inside my head ♪

♪ 'Cause it was big ♪

♪ It was so big
and full of dreams ♪

♪ She'll have ideas ♪

♪ She'll turn things
into smart machines ♪

And he was right.

You wanna know
how smart I was?

That doctor wasn't a he,
it was a she.

And that doctor was me.
Yeah, I delivered myself!

Let's find a way to get that escape pod
back to the asteroid.

♪ My future was bright ♪

♪ All the kids
looked up to me ♪

♪ I had foresight ♪

♪ I was a visionary ♪

♪ But then one day ♪

♪ When I thought
I had it all ♪

♪ There came Ms. Kay ♪

♪ And she made me feel
so very small ♪

She was
my kindergarten teacher, you see.

And I drew a picture.

A picture of the future, when I would
one day grow vegetables in space.

And you know what she did?

She laughed and said,
"What a cute little fantasy."

♪ So now you see ♪

♪ It was Ms. Kay
who crushed my dreams ♪

♪ But that fueled me ♪

♪ To take my life
to great extremes ♪

♪ I've devoted each day ♪

♪ To space cabbage and kale ♪

♪ But it was the only way ♪

♪ To get revenge
on a major scale ♪

♪ Which again is why
this initiative ♪

♪ Cannot fail ♪

Wait, is that, like,
your teacher from the song?

Hello, I seem to have
gotten lost in your floor.

At last we meet again,
my sworn nemesis.

"Nothing but a cute
little fantasy," huh?

Well, what's a fantasy now,
you old cow?

What do we do?
What do we do?

Look, family, it's obvious
what we should do.

We go out there
and we show those bots who's boss.

They're not that scary.

- Howdy, folks.

D-I-E-I-O.

That glass isn't gonna
hold them for long.

Come on,
let's move to the cargo bay.

Ah, we're doomed.

Let's face it.
Commander Voyd Of Intelligence

cost us
our only way outta here.

Need I remind you
none of this would've happened

had you not frozen
every cell in my body!

There must be
somethin' we can do.

To stand any chance of making it off
this charred piece of space dust,

we gotta hit these toasters
where it hurts.

The off button.

Let me show you.

You did it!

- That was just the lights.
- Oh.

There's a kill switch
in the main power core

that will shut down
every single farmbot.

But it's all the way
on the other side.

We'd never make it on foot.

Oh, great.
I guess we'll just die.

Ma...

Or...

we can drive.

Guys, we're in. We're--

- Do you think they can see--
- We see you. Get 'em.

- Time to move.

Yeah!

Wow! That thruster's
got some kick.

You think it'll
hold on the back?

Well, I did use
my best bungee cords.

But I'm havin' trouble
with the steering.

That's because
you steer with this.

The whole system
is tied to the tablet.

Ooh, let me drive.

I think you've steered
this family around enough.

Yeah, you drive. You wanted to take us
on a road trip anyway.

Oh, yeah.
This is exactly what I had in mind.

I reckon you should die.

What is wrong with them?

Whatever their malfunction, these bots
are obviously unstable and very dangerous.

- What a coincidence.

- So am I.

Yippee ki-yay, mower-tractors!

- Yeah!
- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo!
- Ripe for the picking.

Oh, good golly!

Nice severing, Cricket.

Cookie!

You're okay, you're okay.

Oh, you messed
with the wrong glob of goo.

- Get him.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, this is actually going
shockingly well.

- Papa!

- Dad!
- Watermelon harvested.

- Yeehaw!

You, take the wheel.

- On it.
- I'll be back.

Oh, my gosh!

- Ha!

Whoa... Oh.

Colleen, you saved me!

- Saving.
- Huh?

I'm saving you.

- All right, I'll take the left side.

You curl up into a ball
while the right side swarms you

until I--

That works too.

Come on, get in.

We must be close
to the kill switch, right?

Looks like we're almost there.

The power core's
just up ahead,

right over that
large and jagged cliff.

- I'm sensing a problem.

What do we do?
It's a ding dang dead-end.

I got an idea.
We're gonna jump.

What? No, no, that's crazy.

I'm goin' for it.

Cricket!

Just gotta hit that ramp.

- Look out!
- Dad, what are you doing?

Trying to keep
this family safe!

Are you two out of your minds?

Give me the wheel!

Dad, I got it under control.

Cricket, no!

We're gonna crash!

- Are we there yet?

The kill switch.

Sweet dreams, farmnots.

Come on.

Y'all come back now.

Whoo-hoo!

See, Dad?
Told you jumpin' would work.

And since Gwendolyn
got her veggies, we completed the mission.

So, let's get this vacation
back on track.

- Now, who's ready

to go to the Space Hotel?

- Oh!

That can't be good.

It isn't.

Y'all done
goofed again, Greens.

Crashing into the power core
caused an energy surge

that is blowing up
the space shuttles one by one.

Uh, those things
were eyesores anyway.

Let's get off this rock
and head to the Space Hotel.

You don't get it.

Each explosion pushes the asteroid
a little further off its orbit.

If the last station blows,
FYI, that's where you're standing...

...the asteroid will be set on a direct
collision course with Big City.

Okay.
There's gotta be a way to stop it, right?

Lucky for you, there is.

There's a maroon wire
you need to find and cut.

Not to be confused
with the burgundy wire.

- Cutting that would sever all communica--
- Found it.

Am I a hero?

- No!
- Cricket!

That might have been burgundy.

Fan out.

We gotta find that wire.

Uh, Dad, why'd you
grab the wheel from me?

We'll talk about this later.

Cool. Just shut me down again.

You know, I had everything under control
until you ruined my plan.

Are you really trying
to blame me right now?

None of this would've happened
if you hadn't been so reckless

and brought us to space
in the first place!

Do not roll your eyes at me!

Hey, Rule 83-F states "No distracting
arguments during a crisis."

Well, excuse me for trying
to do something nice for this family

by giving them
an exciting vacation

instead of the same trip
as last year.

At least my vacation
wouldn't have got us killed!

Bill, that's enough.

This is all because of you
and your crazy ideas.

My ideas are not crazy.

They're exciting.
You're just too boring to recognize that.

I recognize your ideas
always end in disaster.

Cricket, all your ideas
have been bad.

What do you want me to say?

I'm sorry,
I don't like bad ideas.

I get it.

When you say
you don't like my ideas,

what you're really saying
is you don't like me.

Come on, come on, come on.
Maroon wire. Maroon wire.

And that's fine

because I don't like you.

Cricket! The wire!

Family?

- Tilly?

- Gramma!
- Tilly, grab my hand!

Son! Son!

No! No!

Ooh, not good.

- No.

If there's one thing I love,
it's being alive!

Breaking news.

An asteroid is headed
straight for Big City.

Sources say
we're all going to die.

Oh, that's terrible.

Oh!
This is objectively so much worse!

Package arrived.

Yay! Boop.

What are you doing?

You have to stop the asteroid!

My crops. They're here!

Oh, and they're perfect.

Ms. Kay, my greatest nemesis,
I have finally done it.

I have grown vegetables
in space!

I have finally
proved you wrong.

How wonderful.

Wha--

I'm so proud
of you, Gwendolyn.

Have a gold star.

Boop.

Wow.

Finally hearing you say that
after all this time...

was deeply unsatisfying.

Well, maybe
my next revenge plot

will finally fill
the vast void deep in my cold, dark heart.

Eh, probably not.

What is wrong with you?

An asteroid is headed
right towards us! Do something!

Oh, thanks for the reminder.
Gotta skedaddle.

Time for a little a vacay
at my compound on Mars.

Just until this whole thing
blows over, you know, or blows up.

Either way, bye! Whee!

See ya, suckers!

She left us! We're dead!
So very dead!

Stay with me, Gloria.
This isn't over yet.

- Ms. Kay!
- Huh?

There's a button
on the control panel over there

that says "Release."
We need you to push it.

Oh, she'll never
get there in time.

All right, plan B.

For boot.

Second time's the charm.

I'm all outta boots, kid.
I'm all outta boots.

I'm so sorry, Nancy.
I wish I could've done more.

Wait, I can.
I'm wearing shoes.

Shoe. I'm wearing shoe.

Come on, Gloria.
Everyone's counting on you.

Just take your shot and...

Yah!

- Ooh.
-,No!

Oh!

Hmm? Ooh!

Dream team?

You said it.

Dream team.

I think
you dropped this, dear.

All right, what's next?

We have to find a way
to contact my family.

What?

No. No.

No! We're too late.

- Huh?

Gramma?

Uh... Tilly!

Dad?

Dad.

♪ I had my fun ♪

♪ Now it's done ♪

♪ And so is my Big City ♪

♪I wanted to try
somethin' new ♪

♪ Now all I have
is self-pity ♪

♪ I made mistakes
I caused heartbreaks ♪

♪ And now
I'm filled with dread ♪

♪ 'Cause by far the worst ♪

♪ Was my outburst ♪

♪ That ding-dang stuff
I said ♪

♪ If you're a dad ♪

♪ It feels so bad ♪

♪ When your son
tells you you're crummy ♪

♪ I told him "No"
like in that tableau ♪

♪ So much
it drove him from me ♪

♪ If I had the chance
I'd change my stance ♪

♪ And show my heart instead ♪

♪ But that ship has sailed
I big-time failed ♪

- ♪ With that ding-dang stuff I said ♪
- ♪ Ding-dang stuff I said ♪

♪ Now that I know I hurt you ♪

♪ Feels like a part of me
is lost ♪

♪ But I made my choices ♪

♪ Now I gotta live
with the cost ♪

♪ These were to be memories ♪

♪ We'd smile as we recall ♪

♪ But with no family there
to share them with ♪

♪ Why remember them at all? ♪

♪ I really goofed
My world's gone poof ♪

♪ And I'm the one to blame ♪

- ♪ Oh, Dad was right ♪
- ♪ I ain't too bright ♪

- ♪ I think I might ♪
- ♪ Our pointless fight ♪

♪ Be forever
filled with shame ♪

♪ I could see
I caused him pain ♪

♪ Now that I know I hurt you ♪

♪ Feels like a part
of me is lost ♪

♪ But I made my choices ♪

♪ Now I gotta
live with the cost ♪

- ♪ But it's too late ♪
- ♪ Oh, what a fate ♪

- ♪ To set things straight ♪
- ♪ It isn't great ♪

♪ That dream is nearly dead ♪

♪ If I could redo
one mistake-aroo ♪

♪ It would be
the catastrophe ♪

♪ Of those silly screams
I didn't mean ♪

♪ That ding-dang stuff ♪

♪ That ding-dang stuff ♪

♪ That awful stuff ♪

♪ I said ♪

Cricket!

Cricket!

Mom?

Pumpkin! You're alive!

Mom!

Mom.

Cricket, look, I don't know
how long this signal will hold

and we don't have much time.

The asteroid's on its way and we gotta
figure out a way to save Big City.

Any ideas, kiddo?

I...

No, all my ideas are bad.

Well, unless somebody thinks of something,
we're all going to die!

What Gloria means
is right now there are no bad ideas.

Tell that to Dad.

He said all my ideas
are crazy.

I'm startin' to think
he's right.

It was my idea to go to space,
and look where that got everyone.

If I tried
to save Big City, I...

I'd probably end up
hittin' it with a second, bigger asteroid

and double destroyin' it.

Ouch! What was that for?

Cricket Green,
you listen to me.

Sure, some of your ideas
can be a bit crazy,

but crazy problems
need crazy solutions.

I know you and your dad
don't always see eye to eye,

but you two are more alike
than you may realize.

You both do
what's best for the family,

you just go about it
in different ways.

And I believe
with all my heart

that if y'all could appreciate
each other's strengths,

there's nothin' you can't do.

- Cricket?
- Mom?

Dang signal. Mom?

You can do this.

I can do this?

I can do this!

Come on, Leggy,
we've got a city to save.

Huh?

Bingo-bango.

- Bill!
- Papa!

Hi, Dad.

Cricket?

- Uh, look, -so, um--
- Hey, um--

Enough mushy-mash!
How are we gonna stop that lousy asteroid?

All those people
gettin' smooshed

would put a real damper
on this vacation.

Rule Alpha Prime,
"At your lowest moment, call Gwendolyn."

She will always possess
the answer you seek.

Hi.
This is Gwendolyn Zapp.

If you're calling
about the imminent asteroid collision,

I've turned my back on Earth
and started a new life on Mars.

Viva la Mars!

- Gwendolyn abandoned us?

Yeah, big surprise there.

I spent my whole career
following her rules

because I believed she was leading us
towards a better tomorrow,

but she abandoned us!

Yep, she's a stinker.

This whole time she was
only in it for herself?

My whole life is a lie?

- I'm gonna give you a minute.

Changing the subject, Tilly, look what
I found floatin' around in space.

Good thing you put
your name on it.

My journal!

So back to that big death ball situation,
what are we gonna do?

Hmm, I think I've got an idea.

Huh?

Come on, Remy.
- We're going back into orbit.

Be right there.
Just gotta stretch my little leggies.

They made it!

Hey, Green family. We're about to conga,
and my hips ain't wrong-a.

Sorry, Remy, no time.

There's an asteroid headed
for Big City,

and it's gonna blow up
everyone we know and love.

Even worse,
Gwendolyn abandoned us!

No, that's not worse. She's just
goin' through somethin' right now.

Remy, which way
to the tractor beam control room?

That way. Go get 'em, Greens.

Come on, gang, hurry!

We need a code to get in.

Hey! Using BigTech
clearance codes

without explicit permission
from Gwendolyn is against the rules.

Come on! Really?

But I'm not living
by her rules anymore.

Whoo-hoo! Okay!
I like Colleen now.

Access granted. Welcome, Commander Voyd.

- Yeah!
- It worked!

My hero may not be a hero,
but I can be.

Excuse me. Would you
please explain what you are doing?

Oh, we were just,
uh, breaking in.

Cricket!
- I'm sorry, I panicked!

That is what we thought.

Unleashing
complementary lasers.

The doors!

Not on Gramma's watch.

- Hang on.
Whoa!

- Let's go.

What the...

Leg?

I'll never forget you,
Cyber Leg.

Their lasers
destroyed the controls.

Don't tell me we came
all this way

and the beamy-ma-bob
ain't even gonna work.

The beam still works,
but it's pointed in the wrong direction.

With the controls blasted,
we need a different way

to get the tractor beam
into position.

Ah-ha! All right, Greens.

You're gonna blast me out into open space
through this trash chute.

It's risky, but once I reach
the tractor beam

I can manually move it
into position,

target the asteroid, and...

I can't fit.

- Dang.
- Okay.

- Then we go back to the Kludge.
- Papa, there's no time.

The asteroid's
closin' in on Big City!

Well, there has to be
another way to get out there.

There is.

Huh?

But it's kinda crazy.
Sorry, Dad.

No!

No, it's too dangerous.
He's not tethered to anything.

Hang on.
Maintaining visual on the boy.

Cricket.

Whoo! You can do it, boy!

See, Papa,
Cricket's doin' fine.

You're right.
Never doubted him for a second.

Mr. Green,
you're hurting me.

Ah. Sorry.

All right, I made it.
Tell me what to do.

There's a steering wheel
on the back of the beam.

Give it a few turns
and I'll tell you when to stop.

Okay.

Almost there.

And... stop.

Activating the beam now.

- We have a successful lock.
- Yay!

Oh. Okay, Cricket,
get back inside right now.

Wait. The asteroid is still racing towards
Big City at an incredible speed.

What? But I did the thing.
Why didn't it work?

Pulling in a courtesy shuttle
is one thing,

but the tractor beam isn't powerful enough
to stop a giant asteroid.

All those people.

Our home.

Mom.

Dang it! I'm not lettin' that thing
crush Big City, Colleen. What can we do?

Right. Right. Uh...

Perfect.

Cricket, see the switches
on the side of the beam?

To stand any sort of chance
against this asteroid,

we have to tap into the beam's
power reserves.

On it.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Nice job. Now make your way
to the second switch.

You two, kill the lights. We gotta
give this thing all the power we got.

Hey, Dad?

Yes, what is it, son?

I just... I just wanted to say I'm sorry
for what I said to you on the asteroid.

And for all of this.

I just wanted the family
to have the best vacation.

I know you did.

If I hadn't hijacked our trip,
none of this would have happened.

And you would've kept us safe
like you always do.

Everything would be better
if I wasn't...

If I weren't so...

The asteroid is slowing down,
but we need more power.

It's okay, Cricket.
I hear you.

I may keep the family safe,

but I know that playin' everything safe
can be, uh, [chuckles] dull.

But you,
you keep things exciting.

Without you, this family
wouldn't be the same.

You're bold, creative,
and you take big leaps.

You mean that?

With all my heart.

It's working!
The asteroid is slowing!

We just need a bit more power.

Cricket, make your way
to the final switch.

Got it.

What the...

Oh, no. The trashteroid field!

Whoa!

Huh?

Cricket!

Dad, I can't do it. I can't.

It'll be okay, son.

It'll be okay.

Because...

I just got a crazy idea.

- What?
- Huh?

Uh, Papa?

Bill, what are you doing?

Goin' on vacation.

Cookie!

Huh?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Huh? Dad? Dad!

What are you doin'?

What I do best.
Keeping you safe.

Are you ready to do what you do best?

Come on, boy.

Cricket, look at me.

Huh?

Huh?

Breaking news.
I'm Maria Media, and Big City is safe!

Hey! I'm alive!
Free hot dogs for everybody!

Wow! Today really
turned around!

Yeah!

We did it!

Uh, family,

did anyone turn off
the tractor beam?

No need to panic.

Oh, right. Inertia.

We have to evacuate.

But how are we gonna evacuate
an entire hotel?

And get everyone
to stay in an orderly single-file line?

In a way that doesn't
alarm the masses.

Let's conga!

Okay, nobody panic.

Just let the rhythm
take you to your designated escape pods.

That's all of 'em.
Thanks for your help, Remy. You're a hero.

The true hero
was the beat, Cricket. It was the beat.

Wait, Colleen. I mean,
Commander Voyd.

Thanks for everything.

You are not alone
in your quest for a better tomorrow.

Because you'll have
Cookie with you.

Uh...

Cookie is a creature
of the cosmos

and belongs with you
on your endeavors.

Farewell,
you magnificent creature.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, come on,
let's get outta here.

No!

What's up, Gwendolyn?

Hey, you know what's even better
than stayin' in a Space Hotel?

Watchin' one blow up.
Man, that was awesome.

It kinda was.

I have to hand it
to you, Cricket,

even though we almost died...

- Several times.
- Totally worth it.

My fun meter has never
encountered this much fun.

- Me neither.
- I've had better.

You know, this spacecation
isn't over yet.

The rescue ship your mom sent
won't arrive for a few hours.

What should we do
till then, Papa?

Oh, I don't know.
Got any ideas, son?

Thanks for askin', Dad.

We could go to Venus and...

No, wait. We should
drag race on the moon.

I forgot about Uranus.
The funniest planet.

Ah! The possibilities
are bustin' my brain!

Take your time.

You'll land
on something great.

You always do.

♪ I tricked my family
into space ♪

♪ It created quite the rift ♪

♪ There was an epic
robot chase ♪

♪ We all ended up adrift ♪

♪ That asteroid was no fun,
you know? ♪

♪ We might've gained
a dent or ding ♪

♪ But that's just how
vacations go ♪

♪ And I wouldn't
change a thing ♪

♪ We're on
a Green family vacation ♪

♪ The best we ever had ♪

♪ On our
Green family vacation ♪

♪ Same time next year, Dad? ♪

♪ We're on
a Green family vacation ♪

♪ We went to space ♪

♪ On our
Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

♪ Green family vacation ♪

So it may appear as if
I abandoned the city in its time of need.

But hey, I'm back!
Now look under your seats

for a free BigTech
space vegetable.

Come on!

I did not see handing a bunch
of vegetables to an angry mob backfiring.

Luckily, my PR team
came prepared.

Whee!

Adios muchachos.

You're doin' great,
Voyd-sternauts.

Hyah! Let's make
a better tomorrow.

Isn't that right, Cookie?

We are the change!

Thanks for the ride, dearies.

- She's nice.
- You wanna drive home?

- Oh, my gosh. Can I?
- Think you can handle it?

Oh, you know
I can, girlfriend.

No, no, I'm fine.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Nancy, help me. Help me.

You got this, kiddo.

Fits great, Doc.

One question.

Where's the lasers?

Surrender now
or perish like your brethren!

Precious memories.

Watch out, Dad.

You're
in the trashteroid field.

Nope, nope.

- What are y'all doing?
Close one.

And just like that, the Greens
shared a vacation of a lifetime.

Who'd have thought

a country-raised family
could endure such a journey?

With those amazing spectacles,
and set pieces, and--

- Dad! He's back again!
- Oop!

Get outta here!

Time to go.
Remember to watch the normal episodes.

They're pretty good. See ya!